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...endeavour ; And tO'iught 1 long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start: Who through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the mu^ic Of wonderful melodies. Such songs...

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...and endeavour, And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet Whose songs gushed from his heart As showers from the clouds of summer Or tears from the eyelids start. — Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follow?...

...and endeavour; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids Btart: And night s devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Who through long days of labor,...

...endeavour ; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears...from the eyelids start ; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs...

...and endeavour; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humble poet, Whose songs gush'd from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids »tart; Who, through long days of labour, And -nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music...

...and endeavour, And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears...from the eyelids start :— Who through long days of lahour. And nights devoid of ease. Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs...